Underground - undercoats The underworld is down your throat Backs turned with open hands Can't stop the speaks from pushing
Everybody's making something A little hooch or a brick of wine That bathtub ain't for bathing That tub's for good times
Greasing the palm of your left hand Swing the ax with your right We all got rich in the meantime I say let's all drink to that Holding the moon in your left hand Swingin' the ax with your right Hoover said we should all dry out I say let's all drink to that
Steal a truck of medicine Cut it down 3 to 1 friend Drink up, there's plenty more Can't shut the speaks down
